Xie Liangchen began to worry that Song Xian might get drunk. She really didn't want to have to soothe a drunken Song on the night of their new marriage.
However... this thought was quickly overturned.
She started to regret that Du Jian hadn't managed to switch Song Xian's wine cup.
Right now she'd prefer to see that kind of Song Xian, although troublesome, he was very obedient, clinging to her side, and would meekly take a beating.
The sober Song Xian, no matter how many soft words he speaks, it's all deceptive.
Xie Liangchen's hand was tightly held, unable to move an inch.
"Song Xian."
Xie Liangchen called out, her voice somewhat hoarse, sounding very different from usual.
Let alone the fact that she couldn't control her voice, her whole being was already not her own; her breathing, her heartbeat, all were under the control of another.
